Anthesis

I beheld thou rove in our sheets and it exalted me to sigh archaic. Son of Seyyon, dost thou seek comfort? Smooth made of Glass is my bosom, and coyly might I wish thou wilt sojourn in warmth scored by our heartlines. Wilt thou renounce thy sobriety, only I fear, lest thou drown, raging as mad sea, in the heart of mine. Fortunate hast thou dredge correctly, flickering on the hearth, wilt thou find, fire struck by Kama. Tempt’d the fire, but our bold deeds had silenced. O’er it’s territory, a flower hast bloomed. Gleameth my eyes, at the sterling Kurinji. Besotted, I tried to pluck it for my gentle man, but it burned my fingers. From it’s centre oozed nectar, sweet as thy skin. Disguised, the liquid love flooded o’er me. O’ thou flower! Thou hast been watered with my love! But thy roots are tied to my perfected lover. If I must pluck thee to forgo suffering; Let suffering o’erbear me.